I lived in a house in the countryside, zombies were starting to get docile, scientists were making it so, with the aid of people who were sympathizers. There was a fence to keep them out. A male family member and I were in an open barn thing by the fence. Apparently two zombies were on the other side watching us, he got mad and pulled out the hose and started spraying them. A woman stepped up behind them, a sympathizer and said "No, don't!" He didn't listen to her, but went on a rant. One zombie left, but the other one began to talk, first she put her hand on his shoulder and he shut up, but then he grew tall and more monster like, and is mouth looked like a grill, and his voice boomed. He yelled that humans ate: "you eat in front of me, she eats, and I Need to eat!" Then his neck grew tall and he grabbed the sympathizer and he bent his head down and opened his new beak like mouth and bit into the top of her head. She went limp. At the same time zombies broke through the fence and poured out, scientist zombies still holding the syringes that they were using to treat the zombies. I ran to the house...
Time has passed and there is no fence, many fewer people. I am up on the roof, apparently a zombie was on the roof trying to get to a cat, but we had thought it might have been trying to get in through the chimney. I was standing on the roof and I watched her down on the ground, she was a young girl, maybe 12, still trying to find and eat the cat. Then she spotted me, and I knew she would be after me in a flash. I ran across the ridge of the house to above where I had left a sliding glass door unlocked. As I slid down the slant of the roof, she crested the top of the roof. I hit the ground and jumped up and frantically opened the sliding door, closing it behind me just as she hit the ground. She got up and went to the door, right as flipped the lock. She looked at me with her bloodshot dead eyes and I pulled the drapes closed, scared that she might break through the glass now that she knew I was in here.
The zombie banged against the glass. Suddenly a black rectangular object hanging from a brown rubbery tube hit her in the back of the head. She stumbled and fell forward. A man in a brown rubber suit with a weird back attachment swung and hit her again. The black attachment seemed to be some sort of electric shocking device. He smacked her with it a few times, and while she covered her face, she didn’t quite cower like most zombies did, she was one of the smart ones-the dangerous ones. He decided it was time to pull back and regroup. He ran away a few steps, then pulled a rope on his suit. The zombie girl got to her feet. Air started feeding into a balloon that extended from part of his suit, and soon he was achieving some lift - just in time too. The zombie girl recognized what he was doing and quickly went after him before he could rise out of her reach.
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Just barely I managed to achieve enough lift and I grinned down at the zombie girl in triumph, escaping her hungry clutches to the safety of the air. Until she threw something, that is. A silver needle with a papery black flag attached to the end pierced the tube feeding into the balloon just above my hand. Using the tube I pulled myself up and grabbed above the needle and pinched the airflow off from the leak by wrapping the tube around my hand. I couldn’t add more air now, but at least I was at a safe height, and the upward momentum was still pulling me up. Then I noticed the black flag - it was an explosive! Frantically I plucked the needle from the tube and dropped it. But the air current of the balloon rising pulled the light needle and its sail along, instead of the needle quickly falling back to earth. The explosion boomed, a bright flash and loud noise to confused and temporarily blinded me.
When I could see and hear again I realized my balloon was damaged and I was going down. I had been blown to the coastline while I was airborne, and I realized I would fall into the sea. I wasn’t sure what the safety protocol for zombies was in the water, I frantically considered the possibilities. Soon enough I hit surface and after detangling myself from the suit I was able to assess the situation. Zombies were indeed in the ocean, quite a few in fact. But they couldn’t swim. They dragged themselves along the bottom, being tossed as strong currents pulled to towards shore and then back out to sea. As long as I stayed afloat in deep enough waters where they couldn’t reach me, I should be relatively safe. Except I was stuck out at sea…
Time passed as I tried to concoct a plan. Night fell, and eventually I saw a ship - a large steel monstrous ship. At first I thought to wave at it and try to get saved, then I thought it might not be the best of ideas. Instead I stayed back, silently in the water and observed.
Inside the ship, deep in the belly, thousands of humans were enslaved, shackled together and connected by long chains. Their captors appeared human too, but a different kind of human, maybe modified. They were beautiful, taller, fierce. They had strange technological devices. As they approached shore they began pulling their slaves out of the chamber they had been in, some resisted. I was one of the resistant. I had managed to get free, like some others and I fought to stay back as others were pulled forward. The captors laughed at us. As they cleared the room of the chained they locked us in. I looked at the floor below us, as water started filling the room. I realized my mistake, and why the laughter. This floor opened to the sea below. They would kill us in here! The huge slatted floor opened and water rushed in, currents pulling us down into the cold wet darkness…
Up on the shore, a group of the captors jumped the edge of the ship to land on shore and clear the way. A woman landed; face to the ship, back to the land, her long wavy blond hair streaming behind her. Her landing caught the attention of the nearby zombies. Many zombies were prowling the beach this night. She smiled as they approached her, thinking to have found a meal. She pulled out weapons and spun, quickly dispatching the approaching zombies. Around her, her companions were engage in similar activity. From the air large weapon-bearing humanoid vehicles dropped, manned by others from the boat. With the additional firepower, they beach was quickly cleared and they pushed further onto shore, where they met the resistance of the smart ones, and some human survivors who were drawn out of hiding due to the commotion. The invaders attacked all, taunting the humans “Is that just one heartbeat I hear?” and other comments about human physiological inferiority (apparently they have more than one heart). The invaders were a more advanced race, they were faster, stronger, more physically capable, and had much more advanced technology. “It is useless to resist us! This land is ours now!” one exclaimed.
Back in the ocean I floated, in shock. I saw a few human slaves had surfaced. The ‘me’ from the ship had survived being sucked out the bottom of the ship, and gasped for breath as he reached the surface. Others had died as they were tangled in the propellers of the ship, but a few had made it to the surface. Though we had nowhere to go. I thought of trying to reach my house, maybe my family and I could hide from these new invaders. Though I did not know how with the zombies, and we couldn’t stay in our house for long. I swam to the shore, now free of moving zombies. As I walked silently through the sand, looking at the aftermath of the fight, I despaired the future, and I woke up.
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